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Unsung Desire

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“Oh, my lovely Little Tti. You’ve no idea I always dreamed of making love to you, night and day…” he whispered before his tongue made circles around the other peak, blowing it before sucking it. His wet and hot mouth was definitely driving me crazy. The tingling sensation whenever it moved on my skin and suckled my flesh was plain sweet torture that I wouldn’t want to ever end. ~~~ A little and weak girl grows up into a strong woman in disguise as a man. ~~~ At ten, Sertti becomes the last Dihn of Yahrezur, a kingdom that was destroyed from the inside out. Her family was slaughtered and she was left for dead in the cold after she was raped. But she refused to die and was found unconscious by the cruel king from the east. Now at twenty, Sertti vows to make those murderers pay and rebuild her lost Yahrezur from the ground up. But will she be able to do it if she has a debt to pay and a prince that's bent on keeping her by his side? After all, Prince Braizen is someone that her body yearns for and no one else... Nonetheless, she has to deny herself as she believes neither of them deserves each other...

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Excerpt
Chapters
70
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4.9 (7 reviews)
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1

There are two deities that the Dihnya people believe in: the feminine deity of the living, Cahzlik, and the masculine deity of the departed, Ohrlu. It’s been said that Cahzlik gave birth to the first Dihns—two males and two females—a day after she and Ohrlu copulated. Once. Just one time. But most Dihns say the carnal act was a mistake. A great mistake…


“What’s this, Mahk?” I grimaced. It smelled like rotten fruits and meat.

“I told you, it’s medicine. Don’t ask, just drink it.” She turned to Sekkiz. “Get some saccharine nectar, Sekkiz dearie.”

Sekkiz left without any protest. I supposed she would go to the nearest sweet tree to get some nectar to down my medicine. The sweet tree was only seven feet tall with four branches that faced the four directions, with red-orange leaves and fruits. The golden orange fruits were like a bag of sweet nectar. One must be careful in picking it from the branches or the nectar would burst and be wasted.

“You sure it’s not some kind of poison, Mahk?” I queried with a frown.


Author’s Note:

Sorry, it’s only an excerpt every chapter as the story is now exclusive on Dreame. You can read it there. ^_^ Thank you. :)

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